Our Identities aren't the only secrets

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/53514931.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types
Relationship: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane
Additional Tags: Secret Identity, First Meetings, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Past
Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Flirty Bruce
Wayne
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-02-04 Updated: 2024-02-20 Words: 2,408 Chapters: 2/?
 Our Identities aren't the only secrets
by Ccccloverrrr

Summary

A life in which Batman and Superman meet as Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent before revealing
to the League. An amazing friendship or maybe something more and identity reveals along
with a healthy amount of chaos infuses.

Notes

The first meeting at a gala.

This is unbetad so please comment mistakes and what not. Thank you for reading :3

See the end of the work for more notes

 First Meeting

Kent Clark was stuck at his day job at the moment, a reporter for the daily planet. Today was
especially tiresome because his ex/ long time best friend Lois had somehow convinced him to
go to one of the very stuck up charity galas that are always being thrown in Gotham.

So now here he was in one of his nicer suits (that's still a size too big) talking to Gotham's
most elite who are faking their care for whatever cause makes them look the best. Most of the
people there were either drunk so they had no decent information for him, didn’t care enough
to talk to him or were trying to get into his pants. It was basically a complete failure but he
was still on the clock for another hour.

After another 30 minutes of no luck, Clark basically gave up hope, snagged himself a mini
sandwich and walked out to one of the many gardens connected to the venue. He knew he
couldn’t find a quiet spot per say due to his superhuman hearing. But just being in a little less
crowded would work well enough.

The garden was really nice. The flowers filling the space were slowly losing their brightly
colored petals. The display of Earth’s cycles even in its ugly stages was always in a weird
way beautiful to Clark. The night had a gentle breeze barely penetrating the overly thick
fabric of Clark’s oversize suit jacket.
____________

Bruce was stuck at another charity gala. Don’t get him wrong, he cared about the charity. It
was just the people there were either trying to fuck him to get into his pockets or propose
borderline terrible business ideas to get into his pockets.
Either way he just did not wanna be in such a crowded place when he could be patrolling.
The streets of Gotham were especially rowdy since another breakout from Arkham happened.

Bruce still found himself playing into the “Brucie Wayne” personality he had made himself.
He danced around a bit, tossing the honestly nasty champagne he was handed into plants
while acting more and more tipsy. He let himself get dragged into a conversation with a few
inherit babies about whatever nonsense they wanted to talk about before drunkenly excusing
himself to go “catch some fresh air”.

Bruce let himself through one of the many doors leading into the garden. He could feel the
breeze, sending a small shiver through his lean frame. He wandered further into the night,
still letting a small stumble be added to his step just in case the few lurking eyes caught a
glimpse. He found himself stopping, he wasn't alone in the garden.

The bulky frame of another man was lurking close to a wilting flower bush, seemingly
unaware of the shadowy man watching him. As he slowly wandered closer, he realized it was
one of the reporters from earlier. Specifically a very nerdy but almost cute reporter. Instead of
sulking away not to be seen, Bruce edged closer to the man before making his presence
known.
“What's a man like you being out here all by himself? '' Bruce said letting the Brucie Wayne
persona take over.

Bruce could see the other man have a little startle wrack his figure before he heard him
replying “Well I could be asking you the same, Mr.Wayne”. Bruce felt himself letting out a
little laugh, this guy for being near the prince of Gotham seemed to be keeping his
composure quite well.

“Well I was just wandering to let myself get away from that stuffy gala. Maybe you could
help me get even further away” Bruce let out with a sultry tone.

“ I don’t think that would be very good, Mr.Wayne. You don’t even know my name” replied
the mystery man with a little bit of sas. Maybe Bruce’s evening wouldn’t be all that wasted.

“Well Mr.Mystery, why don’t you give me a name to connect with my dreams later?” teased
Bruce still sinking deeper into the Brucie persona.

“Oh. uhm, I’m Clark Kent.” replied the mystery man,Clark with a small blush spreading
across his cheeks.

Bruce liked this guy, maybe a little more teasing wouldn’t hurt. “So Mr.Clark Kent, you still
haven’t answered my question. What's a handsome man like you doing here?” asked Bruce
with a flirty twang to his words.

“I uhm work with the Daily Planet and I was doing interviews but it was crowded so I
stepped out, sir” stuttered our Clark.

Before Bruce could answer, Clark’s watch began to lightly beep. “Uhm sorry Mr.Wayne but
my shift is over and it's quite the commute back to Metropolis, so if you’ll excuse me”
muttered Clark, his voice lacing in an accent.

Just as the fun was about to start, thought Bruce. “Well Mr.Kent, I would love to finish this
chat later” was all Bruce replied as he slipped Clark his card with his number on it. Clark
clearly shocked, stuttered out a quick thank you and goodbye before basically sprinting back
into the venue in his too big suit.

Bruce had to say for once, it wasn’t just the whole “Brucie” side of him saying some of
things. The other man just felt so familiar in a weird way.
_______

The whole interaction had Clark confused. He knew that all that had just happened was very
real. He had a card in his pocket and an extremely red face to prove the fact. It was all that he
could think about as he flew back to Metropolis. So many questions were to be asked but not
a single one was answered.

The main one was ‘Why was Bruce Wanye flirting with Clark Kent?’ See Clark could see
flirting with Superman because well it’s superman, the world’s little Alien golden boy from
Krypton but Clark Kent was a nerdy guy in too big suits working as a news reporter. Bruce
Wayne was known for being a playboy and fucking around but he was fucking with at least
middle class famous people not news reporters at charity galas.

Another question that was really urking Clark was ‘Why did he like the attention from Bruce
Wayne?’ It wasn’t like Clark didn’t know that he liked men, it was just that Bruce Wayne was
far from his normal type. Which may or may not be tall, dark and hates his guts. Normally
Clark would never let himself actually blush at Galas, instead only faking it to make the rich
pricks feel more like they could spill their guts to him.

All of it was so confusing. Clark never even heard a change in the man’s heart beat while
trying to flirt with him. The man was oddly steady, it almost felt familiar.

As he got home, all he did was slink out of his suit and place the card on his bedside to be
dealt with another time. He had no clue what he would do with the number but maybe it
would get him an interview.
 A call to remember
Chapter Summary

Clark deices to finally call the man of the hour, Bruce Wayne. Bruce is always ready to
tease our favorite reporter.

Chapter Notes

HIIII I really hope y'all enjoy this chapter. I was gonna try to do weekly updates but the
A03 author curse hit me again (aka a death in the family, an almost death and a really
bad cold).

I hope y'all enjoy this little call between the boys.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Clark woke up, wondering if the whole thing was nothing more than a dream. The only thing
not telling him just that was the sign card, stamped with a phone number to the one and only
Bruce Wayne.

Instead of rationaling dealing with the card you know maybe texting the number or better yet
just tossing it. He called Lois.

After the initial period of her laughing at him because who besides Clark Kent would find
themself as boring as he seemed to be, at the affections of the one and only Bruce Wayne. All
she told him was to do what his heart was telling him before promptly hanging up. Not before
asking to be a bridesmaid at the wedding.

A real help she was, was all the meta could think before continuing his day like normal.

The next few days Clark found himself constantly thinking back to the card sitting on his
bedside table. He had thought about calling the number but things kept coming up. FIrst it
was a crazy freak storm in the Philippines that needed Superman, then it was his boss
thinking that a whole new article needed to be made instead of the one he had already written
and got approved. Everything was chaotic.

He knew that at this point he should just throw the thing away and act like the night was just
some stressed induced hallucination but something about how Bruce was acting left him still
wondering.The man just wouldn’t leave his mind, it was awful. Maybe it was the familiar
way he acted or it was the fact that he was rich and powerful enough to ruin his career within
a second.

Even when a few more peaceful days came, he let the time pass before he finally caved. It
wasn’t really by his own willpower. He had realized he would have to attend another Gotham
Gala which meant once again having to see the prince. That was enough of a push to finally
call the (hopefully not fake) number that had been a staple to his side table for more than it
fair share of time.

The call had already started to ring through before he realized the hour. What, even Superman
can make a few mistakes here and there.Too late to hang up and hope that a sink hole would
open up and swallow him
__________

Bruce wouldn’t say he had been waiting for the cute reporter to contact him but that doesn’t
mean he hadn’t checked his phone a few extra times. What can he say, the man had left Bruce
in a weird state of Deja vu. He felt like he was flirting with someone he already knew but
couldn’t quite place his finger on who.

He had already done a fair amount of research into the man and nothing helped him. He was
just a man born and raised on a farm in Smallville, Kansas. His record was spotless, not even
a speeding ticket was there. The man was so ordinary it was almost infuriating.

For being the world’s greatest detective, he was honestly stumped on why the man had such
an effect on him.

Lost in his own thoughts, he barely had enough time to answer the ringing phone sat next to
him. The hour was a little bit late for business but you never know with being Bruce Wayne.
“Hello, Wayne speaking”

“Uh Hi, this is Clark Kent, the reporter from the gala.” a familiar voice filled Bruce’s ear.
Seems as though the little reporter boy did wanna get a little more familiar with the Prince of
Gotham.

“Oh Hello Clark, I’ve been wondering if you’d lost my card or not by now. It’s been days, I
was almost worried” Bruce could feel the snark laced within his Brucie persona. No reason
not to tease the reporter a bit.

“Uhm sorry, I just didn’t wanna bother you. I know I’m not the most memorable person”
uttered Clark in a guilt laced voice.

Bruce laughed a bit, not memorable my ass. The guy had been plaguing his thoughts since he
ran off in his disaster of a suit. “Oh darling, I could never forget you, not many people can
stay on my thoughts like you” all but purred Bruce, the Brucie person practically oozing into
every word. Bruce sat in silence for a few seconds listening to the sputtering of the other
man, this guy sure was encapsulating.
 “Well Mr.Wayne that is very kind of you to say. But I called since I was wondering if you
would be attending the Gotham Zoo charity gala next week?” sputtered out the audibly
flustered man.

Bruce loved the flustered sound of the other man, he was almost too precious to play with.
Almost being the key word.

“I may or may not be depending if my favorite reporter will be there. I believe being stuck at
another gala this month may be a thousand times better if I was able to see a man like you” In
all reality Bruce knew he would already be at the gala since he was one of the main sponsors
but teasing the poor reporter was fun.

The line was filled with stuttering, clearly the other man wasn’t used to being the center of
such attention. “I- uh, well Mr.Wayne, that is quite flattering to hear especially from someone
like yourself. But to answer, yes. I will be attending this gala.As press of course.”

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit, the younger somehow was even more flustered than
before. “Well isn’t it my lucky day, I hope you come and find me at the gala. I know it’ll be a
bore if you don’t.”

“I’ll try my best, Mr.Wayne. It might take a bit since I’ll be on the clock but I will try to get
around you.”

The slight ramble in Clark’s voice made Bruce chuckle a bit. Glancing at the clock of his
computer, he realized the time was slowly ticking towards the deep hours of the evening.
“Well Clark, darling, as much as I would love to continue this absolutely spectacular
conversation, I have kids that need to be put to bed. Good night, I hope to speak again soon”

Patrol was meant to start soon and he knew the kids would need some help both getting ready
and not actively trying to murder one another.
__________

As Clark listened to the dial of the hung up call, he just stared. Good Rao, what had he gotten
himself into, promising Bruce Wayne to see him. What was he thinking?

Oh was Lois gonna have a field day when she heard Smallville himself was rubbing elbows
with the Prince of Gotham. She was gonna laugh, his unrequited love for the bat was one
thing but this, Bruce Wayne.

The two crushes(?) weren’t in the same ball park, hell’s fucking bell’s, they weren’t even the
same game. Only definitely totally normal Clark Kent would find himself wanting to be in a
Batman and Bruce Wayne sandwich and it be plausible.

Glaring at the offensively bright screen of his phone, Clark saved the contact under ‘Bruce
Wayne’ and turned off the horrid device. Nothing sleep couldn’t fix. At least that's what
Clark hoped, either way he would be seeing the billionaire in a few days.

Chapter End Notes

HELLOOO Thank you for reading.I hope if you're reading this you have a good day or
evening!!!
Comments and kudos are appreciated (feed the starving A03 author/j)
End Notes

Hey y'all, I hope y'all enjoyed. Im gonna really try to update this fic consistently. Anyways
have a good morning,afternoon or evening. Kudos and Comments are appreciated.

Please drop by the Archive and comment to let the creator know if you enjoyed their work!